people

To you I say this one simple thing,

What kinds of people do you see?

The man in the food stand by the road,

The woman who takes care of toads,

A young boy with a book in his hand,

An older girl with her feet in the sand,

An old man on a rocking chair,

A boy with braids in his hair,

Or people like you or like me,

What kind of people do you see?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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